I knew you niggas would be back
You need to fuck with me,
You need to holla at your boy, man
Stop fucking with them punk niggas,
That shit stepped on, nigga
I got that 24 -Sap, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway,
Sick of that blow up, holla at your boy
That's what you get for fucking
Come and see me for that real OG
Dope as a motherfucker, son of Hoagie
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the D
then pass it to her friends
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other nig gas you like,
When you come from South Central L .A.,
we the nigga got a headache
Look me up, nigga, holla at your boy
Beating for that good shit,
What you need, baby, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway
On Broadway, holla at your boy
Nigga, come on home, holla at your boy
Back then, they used to fuck me
these bitches still love me
Why? Cause I'm far from ugly
they wanna kiss and hug me
They say, dope man, dope man
Don't wanna see the G hand
I am the man from here to Cleveland
Don't get mad, I get even
Oh my God, this nigga's leakin'
Somebody better call the D .G .A .N.
leave your punk ass dead or comatose
And if you don't wanna listen,
my shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggum
If you want it raw now, make the call now
Look me up nigga, holla at your boy
Beat it for that good shit,
What you need baby, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway,
Sick of that blow up, getting stepped on
Nigga, come on home, holla at your boy
But don't two -way a nigga
Bitch, that ain't nothin'
Don't two -way a nigga, man
If you want it raw now, make the call now
Look me up, nigga, holla at your boy
Beat it for that good shit, take a look, bitch
I've been serving you fiends for 20 years
Why would you fuck with anybody else?
Ain't it? You need to get at me
Come on, Cube, let me rap on here.
I'm just trying to sack something up.